The day I turned 17: nobody I invited showed up to celebrate. After it became apparent I had been stood up, on my birthday, by people who claimed to be my friends: I cried pretty hard. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would do such a terrible thing to someone they claimed was a friend. When
Tag: Family
If you read this blog regularly: you know I adore my paternal granddaddy. The world called him Kirk. I was the one who got the privilege to call him granddaddy. Kirk was a builder. He worked with his hands his whole life. He helped build lots of stuff: houses, a dam, the Omani in Atlanta,
My second year of undergrad my grandmother, who was a widow for several years by that point, was diagnosed with dementia and hallucinations. My grandmother and I never really understood each other, but I love her. She loved me the best way she knew how. Her husband was Kirk. If you read this blog regularly:
I had my recheck appointment for the awful sinus infection I’ve been fighting that went untreated for months. It was another disastrous doctor’s appointment. The staff forgot why I was there. I’m here because I was asked to come in for a follow-up. “Oh.” The doctor comes in asking about my diagnosis. This is not
If you read my blog regularly: you know music is a very big part of how I thrive. I like every possible genre of music there is. You’ll find everything on my iPod. I leave it on shuffle, so I get all my favorite music mixed up. However, I do have a list of very
I’ve been bullied, due to my condition, my entire life. I’ve heard words no one should have said to them…EVER. Is it fair? Absolutely NOT. Is it right? No. Sometimes, experiences make me sob. Sometimes, they make me introspective. Every now and then: experiences make me angry. When I was 17: A few teachers got
I’ve talked about my fellowship year, in two previous posts, already. I will probably, at least, reference that year a lot. It is not an exaggeration to say that year changed my life. It also changed me, as a person, in countless ways. The day of the flight to DC for the first conference: I
I had another post in mind. Then the official Facebook page, for this blog, passed a 100 likes today. I have people from all over the United States engaging on my posts. All of this blows my mind in the best way possible. I am from a small town in metro Atlanta. No one in
When I started this blog: I quickly discovered the first post was the hardest, and afterwards the ideas started coming. They haven’t stopped. I hope they never do, and I have a good feeling they won’t. Every time I write a post: it gets easier to know how much I’m comfortable sharing with all of
My brother/journey partner has been telling me the following for years: “Stace, your story and journey will help a lot of people. You should write a book about your life…one day.” He believed this even before God made us family back when we were just good friends. The first time he said it my response